'About——'
'Yes, this post.' Then, almost angrily, 'I didn't try for it. It's come after me. My cousin knows the man.'
'The man who wants you to go to him as housekeeper?' Vida wrinkled her brows. Wark hadn't said 'gentleman,' who alone in her employer's experience had any need of a housekeeper. 'You mean you don't know him yourself?'
'Not yet, 'm. I know he's a market gardener, and he wants his house looked after.'
'What if he does? A market gardener won't be able to pay the wages I——'
'The wages aren't much to begin with—but he's getting along—except for the housekeeping. That's in a bad way.'
'What if it is? I never heard such nonsense. You don't want to leave me, Wark, for a market gardener you've never so much as seen;' and Miss Levering covered her discomfort by a little smiling.
'My cousin's seen him many a time. She likes him.'
'Let your cousin go, then, and keep his house for him.'
'My cousin has her own house to keep, and she's got a young baby.'